I remember I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of the backroom between the dinner table and the kitchen with the fridge as the head of the makeshift bed. My step-brother walked into the room and turned into the utility room where there is now a downstairs toilet. For whatever reason I felt I needed to turn the lights off and pretend I was sleeping.


I was in the car with my youngest step-brother and father, who was driving. We pulled up to a shop and I asked for some coke in a can. As my dad went into the shop I saw him getting some cake, I yelled at Sam to tell him I said in a can, not a cake.